The intercourse of our glances,
Has made my heart pregnant,
I feel the foetus of love wobbling in around the womb of my heart,
Love aches its a sweet pain.
Like, a pregnant mother i weave many a dreams,
threading napkins of sweet nothing.
A doubt burks in the web of my dream,
I shudder, will it be a still born child?
the idea is really really great one if it can be understood in a real way you verses contain a lot in them really being a girl you have reflected your inner feelings so greatly i am glad to read this poem lovely one says cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Priya, a very creative imagination indeed! why the final doubt? ? ? voted 9 points thank u for sharing